Tonight I tried watching the movie, "Becoming Jane," but somehow I just couldn't get into it, so it's going back to Netflix. It's just bad timing, that's all. I know in the morning I'll take my cat in to have her helped gently out of this life and into the next. She can hardly stand up now. She doesn't eat or drink, and she's become listless. But still, if I put my finger under her paw, she'll grab onto it and hold it. I'm her momma, and she's been my little baby since she was 10 weeks old. Maybe I'll try Becoming Jane again in the future. For now, there is no comfort, no escape from what is coming in the morning. Perhaps she'll just pass quietly in the night. I'd prefer that.